I tried to get that pony to follow us out of the burning building, but they refused to leave until their 20 minute guitar solo was done. They were certainly dedicated to their craft
The cat ate his catfood, became very fat,
Until that dark day, keeled upon the mat.
Oh kitty, you perished well before your time,
So now I'm obliged to give funeral rhymes.
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